"developes" poems - Hello Poetry

yes you can mention how cold it is Though you can't expressly show the cold. literally breaching my innocence To capture your heart. we don't count memories of love much as they greatly shine in our lives only the wonders of how its started reflects its stages in flow. Time developes it and so does it fade with it worse than a burial laying ....the dangers of s waterfall tameable on probability In a nightmare of a swim on land.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC

thomas-bron-mukama

Caption with Essence

yes you can mention how cold it is Though you can't expressly show the cold. literally breaching my innocence To capture your heart. we don't count memories of love much as they greatly shine in our lives only the wonders of how its started reflects its stages in flow. Time developes it and so does it fade with it worse than a burial laying ....the dangers of s waterfall tameable on probability In a nightmare of a swim on land.

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Branches break, the earthshakes But not from earthquakes or big shifting plates Its the mistake you made That made your foundation break That put ripples in this once calm lake So... Now See here, before you see there Be heard if you cant actually be there Now that your factually aware, you should see clear That your still miss, miss, missin' the point Still tryin' to avoid coming to terms with your void Your an adult now, no more toys Make sure your words are properly deployed So hate that developes can be destroyed It was.. Inevitable... We make decisions that we know are regretable Were gonna have to eat whether or not the food's edible But you can always break the mold and throw out the stencil Just look at my ways of creating gold with the tip of my pencil -J.A.M

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Jan 14, 2014

Jan 14, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC

jam

Personal Awareness

Branches break, the earthshakes But not from earthquakes or big shifting plates Its the mistake you made That made your foundation break That put ripples in this once calm lake So... Now See here, before you see there Be heard if you cant actually be there Now that your factually aware, you should see clear That your still miss, miss, missin' the point Still tryin' to avoid coming to terms with your void Your an adult now, no more toys Make sure your words are properly deployed So hate that developes can be destroyed It was.. Inevitable... We make decisions that we know are regretable Were gonna have to eat whether or not the food's edible But you can always break the mold and throw out the stencil Just look at my ways of creating gold with the tip of my pencil -J.A.M

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Helpless is how I feel inside my words fall into countless hollow places how do I explain my heart as it collides and faces - your smile which opens new doors through your kind words I feel all the cures now I don't know what to say. Shall I try this... *The love from your heart spills into my sadness your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness it searches and finds - my symphonic truth! rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength.* Derived from the bottom of the earth's power - is the true embrocher to eat so we can be forever let's join to become ONE! your smile still opens new doors through your kind words I feel all the cures now I know what to say! Allow me to try this... *The love from your heart spills into my sadness your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness it continues searching and finding rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length - as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength!*

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC

mohamed-fittini

Fragrant Strength

Helpless is how I feel inside my words fall into countless hollow places how do I explain my heart as it collides and faces - your smile which opens new doors through your kind words I feel all the cures now I don't know what to say. Shall I try this... *The love from your heart spills into my sadness your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness it searches and finds - my symphonic truth! rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength.* Derived from the bottom of the earth's power - is the true embrocher to eat so we can be forever let's join to become ONE! your smile still opens new doors through your kind words I feel all the cures now I know what to say! Allow me to try this... *The love from your heart spills into my sadness your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness it continues searching and finding rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length - as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength!*

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Feather pen, traditional; it is a lovely piece. Jar of ink, Spilled a drop in a cracked floorboard. It spreads fast, covers the room. Isolated, Blackened and insane. Thirty four minutes pass, not a sound. Mind is failing: who am I? Forget your own name, voices are whispering. Did you know lovers can find each others lips in the complete dark? Minds reach, feel me. No. This is not dark. This is endless, too much and too little to look for. Skill does not matter here. I fell down the rabbit hole, but my name is not Alice. My name Is Death. I am a shinigami, you see. And my purpose is to cause pain and worry. People cry for me. This dark room is where my film developes. Picture the void that souls fall into, tortures children stabbing, cutting out their own hearts. Write about it, children. Carve it into your skin and I will take you away. I am her for you in your darkest hour. And I am always watching. Never spill your blood red ink again.

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Nov 7, 2013

Nov 7, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC

kagami

Long Live the Quill

Feather pen, traditional; it is a lovely piece. Jar of ink, Spilled a drop in a cracked floorboard. It spreads fast, covers the room. Isolated, Blackened and insane. Thirty four minutes pass, not a sound. Mind is failing: who am I? Forget your own name, voices are whispering. Did you know lovers can find each others lips in the complete dark? Minds reach, feel me. No. This is not dark. This is endless, too much and too little to look for. Skill does not matter here. I fell down the rabbit hole, but my name is not Alice. My name Is Death. I am a shinigami, you see. And my purpose is to cause pain and worry. People cry for me. This dark room is where my film developes. Picture the void that souls fall into, tortures children stabbing, cutting out their own hearts. Write about it, children. Carve it into your skin and I will take you away. I am her for you in your darkest hour. And I am always watching. Never spill your blood red ink again.

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You told me how my Polaroid works, How the chemicals press themselves Across the film And how the light developes the colors. You told me how to fix the AC In my old beat up cougar, And how to ***** on the broken door That fell from my entertainment center. You even told me I could fix myself, As if you ever knew a thing about living With a drum in your bones so loud It awakes you in a cold sweat Just when you thought Monsters didn't exist anymore. But you couldn't tell me Why you can't mend your heartstrings, Why your skin is always calloused And scraped and rough (Like a man's, you said, Like a real man's). You couldn't tell me the first step To the easy fix of mending Everything you've broken. All you could tell me was "I don't feel pain. I don't feel pain."

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC

cameron-paige-brown

Handy man can't handle

You told me how my Polaroid works, How the chemicals press themselves Across the film And how the light developes the colors. You told me how to fix the AC In my old beat up cougar, And how to ***** on the broken door That fell from my entertainment center. You even told me I could fix myself, As if you ever knew a thing about living With a drum in your bones so loud It awakes you in a cold sweat Just when you thought Monsters didn't exist anymore. But you couldn't tell me Why you can't mend your heartstrings, Why your skin is always calloused And scraped and rough (Like a man's, you said, Like a real man's). You couldn't tell me the first step To the easy fix of mending Everything you've broken. All you could tell me was "I don't feel pain. I don't feel pain."

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Tundral-ticks of splitting floes-- below, darkrooms where a polar bear developes.

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

Onoma

Underexposure

Tundral-ticks of splitting floes-- below, darkrooms where a polar bear developes.

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